Saturday, 6 January 2018

Sink

We watch the water drain from the sink
Hands shaking
Heart leaping
A thudding staccato
A sin once denied
We curl up in flames
Feel the crackle and sizzle on our skin
The smallest words shout like a stone in the night
We turn the doorknob
Spy inside
We are thinner
Our movement slick
We binge on sidekicks
Blow a whistle and she is gone
How I will miss her
Like the smallest thing removed from my life
I watch the water drain from the sink
Hands shaking
Heart leaping.

Wednesday, 3 January 2018

Door

We scramble towards the door
A tangle of hair and stolen dreams
Hatter waves a rainbow
All we wish for is sleep
The Windows rattle
Like bones in a tin
We cannot enter
We cannot go in
The door is falling off its hinges
We prop it open with bottles
Wish for powder
Ache for dreams
We scramble in
We fall all out.

Sunday, 31 December 2017

Might

We hold the silver in our teeth
We are lost in the middle
Nothing mighty comes our way
We boil the light and wait
Rumours twist around our ankles
Tight like vines
There is no one left to tell
We tug at the seams of our dress
It is ragged and old
We should ditch the nothingness
But it has us in our grasp
We hold the silver in our teeth
We are lost in the middle
Nothing mighty comes our way.

Sunday, 24 December 2017

Stars

The stars release their light
Pin and split in the gutter
We wonder at the line
A sweet release
A light approach
We walk under the moon
Find a wonder
Spare a thought
We look up
The stars release their light.

Sunday, 17 December 2017

Noise

We climb the stairs to hear the noise
It's a low din
A constant buzz
Hatter strides down the middle of the street
We say hello and walk on
The noise will not stop
It is like a static coat
Heavy and permanent
At the bottom of the stairs is rest
A gift of light and lightness
We grab it with both hands
Hold our head against the noise.

Sunday, 10 December 2017

Mirror

We catch a casting glance in the mirror
Our hair a matted top
The music plays and we dance
The world spins and turns
The cans shout and play
We are out
We are out
We catch a casting glance in the mirror.

Wednesday, 6 December 2017

Vanity

We scan the aisles looking for powder
The looking glass isn't there any more
Hatter dances and the queen is dead
We look in the mirror
Just a casting glance
All is well
All is well.